YFN Lucci - Rubberbands lyrics

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YFN Lucci - Rubberbands lyrics

Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your a**, on your a** You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (yeah) Keep it quiet, I'm dodgin' the feds Got this dope in the back of the Benz Ballin' above the rim I got no love for them Got the street money, no clean money Got a lot of blues, no green money Got a bankroll in my jeans, huh So many rubber bands on me You ain't gon' lay a hand on me I think I need a fan on me I got a couple bands on me Got the juice like Capri Sun I pull up in a Nissan, yeah Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your a**, on your a** You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands Uh, rubber bands, twenty bands, hundred grand I'm that man, hah, I'm that man, yeah, I'm the man, yeah She want me to put a diamond on her hand, yeah I want her to come through for me with no hands, yeah f** me when I land, let's f** up some bands Girl I might Chanel her, I like Alexander, yeah Wang or McQueen, I pop bands on my queen Make it rain on my queen, yeah Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your a**, on your a** You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (yeah) I made a major bag, I'm scrapin' up all this cash I'm f**in' forty hoes, I need a Golden Globe (b**h you gon' get it, I swear) Louis V bag to hold the load I got Louis V bags to hold the load Rubber bands on me now Rubber bands on me now (I'ma pop that a** with this rubber band, I swear to God) Rubber bands, rubber bands Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) Let's count up twenty cash, twenty cash (twenty cash) I'ma throw it on your a**, on your a** You know I'm livin' fast, livin' fast Rubber bands, rubber bands (ooh ooh) I count in rubber bands, rubber bands (yeah)

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